Chapter 1318
Chapter 1318:
He helped me sit at the edge of the bed, concern warming his gaze. “Tell me about the nightmare.”
I wrapped my fingers around his, gathering courage. “I dreamed of three men.”
They kept asking why I had forgotten them…” When I looked up, I saw Jett’s entire body stiffen.
“Do you know them?” I asked softly.
He swallowed, his eyes flicking away. “No. Maybe they’re people you knew before… before you lost your memory.”
I watched his jaw tighten, unease tightening my chest. Still, I nodded.
But something in his eyes convinced me he wasn’t telling the whole truth. Memories of Lucian’s glare fluttered through my mind. “Does Lucian want to tear us apart?”
Jett turned swiftly, cupping my face in his hands. His thumbs brushed my cheekbones. “Makenna, listen carefully. No one can sway the choices I’ve made.”
I nodded, my heart thundering, and let the question rest.
Then, as if recalling something urgent, Jett reached into his pocket and produced a small box carved with winding vines. He flipped it open, revealing a single emerald-green pill. “Take this,” he said, lifting the pill to my lips.
Without pausing, I tipped my head and let it roll onto my tongue.
The bitterness bloomed instantly, but I swallowed.
Jett chuckled softly as his fingers brushed the corner of my mouth. “You didn’t even ask what it was.”
I met his gaze steadily. “Because I trust you completely. I trust you’d never hurt me.”
Jett’s smile froze on his face.
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For a heartbeat, I saw pain flicker across his eyes before he masked it with a tender smile.
Before I could ponder that fleeting look, he leaned down and kissed me…
Makenna’s POV:
Jett’s kiss struck me like a storm, fierce and all-consuming, pulling me into a current I couldn’t resist. His hand gripped the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair, while his other arm locked around my waist, holding me so close I thought he might fuse us together.
My breath caught, stolen by the heat of his embrace. Struggling for air, I felt him ease back, his forehead resting warmly against mine. His ragged breaths brushed my flushed cheeks, soft yet searing.
“Makenna, may I?” Jett’s voice rasped, rough with desire, every word weighted with need.
My mind spun, a rush of heat flooding my body. Every part of me craved him, aching to close the space between us.
Jett’s eyes burned into mine, his breath uneven. “I missed you so much when you were gone,” he murmured, low and raw.
Before I could answer, his hands tugged at my clothes, urgency in every motion. Fabric slipped away as he pressed his lips to the curve of my chest, kissing my skin with a hunger that made my knees weak. His palms slid to my butt, gripping tightly as he pulled me closer, his hardness pressing firmly against me. I shifted in his hold, caught in his unyielding grip, yet no unease stirred within me.
His touch felt right—like it belonged, like we were meant to fit this way.
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